Saif Al Rahbi

From My Room To The Café

In the morning when I wake up,the world wakes in my headwith creatures and screams smashing my bones.I leave my room - it's like a cave filled with the slain - and shuffle off to the café.I look intently at my cup - it's like a snakerelaxing on a summer afternoon and think: 'This is my last cup in this city! 'But morning is still at its outset,and I'll have to go through wars and kissesand will only discover their flavourafter centuries